Thank God it is...

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Well, I know the phrase suggests Friday, for my money Saturday works.  The weather has something to do with it, the bulk of the exaustion is due to pushing so hard after such a harsh and long fall.  Still, trying to slow without stopping.  Laundry is moving along.  Less than I had thought, which adds to impetus.  A shower and shave, cleaning the bathroom, after a bowl of chili and a few dishes?  At least a jab toward those ends.

The hope was there to get to confession, then mass.  Just can't do that today.  Back on track for that though.  Soon,  very soon.  I need and want it.  Clothes and shoes need to be arranged.  While the feet and ankles are good, if going to church regularly is to start, the need for shoes for "fat" days will be required.  Thankfully clothes aren't usually a problem that way.

Called my mom.  Asked if she could make habanera salsa.  Asked for no sugar.  No problem there, she doesn't ever add it.  I suggested I'd take a lot if she was up for it, and that while I couldn't help, I would gladly pay to cover costs and plenty more.  The woman likes requests and offers.  If she doesn't need, or cash, or now, she has a string or three for in time and need.  She lives on shoestrings but makes out better than seemingly possible.  Though I think she was happy with my gifts, work, and sharing this visit and ongoing.  She had suggested she needed a few things.  On the way and plus.  Still gladly pay for a small horde of red hot gold, and be grateful for the work.  And she'll love being useful .  It's how mothers do.

I best have that bowla, then get going.  Later.